A Date with the Real Estate Agent
by strongwomanlover, swbvb@yahoo.com
Cheryl shows Willie something besides a piece of real estate


It was 3:30 on Wednesday afternoon and I could hardly wait for my 6:00 pm
appointment. Earlier in the week I met with Cheryl, a successful real estate
agent in the area. We were going to look at a new house about two miles from
where I work. Where I live now is about 12 miles from my job. I was so excited
about the appointment that I could hardly concentrate on my work during the
last hour of the day.

It finally got to be 4:30, and I made the 12-mile drive home in rush-hour
traffic. I changed clothes and raced toward the new house in anticipation of
the meeting with Cheryl. In one sense it was as much of a date as it was a
real-estate showing. When we met the preceding Monday and shook hands at the
end of our meeting I noticed that her hands were unusually strong. I have
always had a great interest in strong women, and I knew that in just a matter
of minutes I was going to be face-to-face with one.

Cheryl arrived in her Lexus, 6:00:00 pm to the second. She parked behind my
new Ford pickup truck and came out wearing a sexy dress that made her look
like Vanna White on "Wheel of Fortune." With her blond hair she even looked a
little bit like Vanna. She shook my hand again, and said to me in a sexy
voice, "Let's go in and see the house." Again I noticed that her hands were
unusually strong.

We went into the house and she showed the various rooms, starting with the
living room. It was about half the size of my apartment, plenty large for
hosting parties or whatever type of event. The kitchen was very large with
plenty of space. I knew I was going to feel better about living here than in
my apartment. The walk-in closet in the master bedroom was almost the size of
the bedroom in my apartment. We went back downstairs and saw the dining room
and the garage, both of which had enough space to suit my needs.

Finally we went downstairs and saw the basement. I noticed that there was a
wrestling mat there. I said to Cheryl, "Did the people who used to live here
wrestle a lot?" Cheryl said in a low, sexy voice, "No. I put it there knowing
how much you liked my strong arms. I knew you were impressed with my strong
hands when we talked on Monday. I could read it all over your face. You do
like strong women, don't you?" I looked at her and said, "I sure do." She then
took off her dress, revealed the two-piece she was wearing under it, and
flexed her biceps. "There's one thing I didn't tell you. I'm into
bodybuilding. Feel this," she said. I could tell she had been working out
because her muscles were rock-solid. Her muscular arms and six-pack abs and
muscular legs practically had me mesmerized. I was loving life, knowing that I
was face-to-face with a female bodybuilder. By this time it was more of a date
than a house showing.

"OK, you've seen my muscles. Now you're going to see what they can do. Let's
wrestle." What? She was into wrestling too? I was living a dream. We got into
our starting stance, I made a move toward her, and within about 10 seconds she
threw me over her shoulder and pinned me to the mat. "So there, boy. You want
to see some other moves?" Absolutely I did, and I told her. She had me in one
hold after another. She wrapped her powerful legs around mine, figure-fours,
you name it. Every hold she had me in was something from which I could not
escape.

Cheryl then proceeded to wrap her arms and legs around me. I don't even know
what kind of hold it was. All I know was it was getting more and more powerful
-- and more painful. Next thing I know I was in tears. "Aaahh! Cheryl! What
are you doing? Oh crap!" She just taunted me. "What are you crying about, boy?
Can't take a little pain? Can't take the thought of being overpowered by a
woman?" She kept the pressure up and the taunts coming. I didn't think she
would ever let me out. She finally did, but only after I was crying a stream
of tears.

"Well, did you enjoy your little time of helplessness?" It was painful but I
enjoyed being trapped by her. "Yes, Cheryl, I sure did."

"Good. Now you will do what I tell you to do. Get on your knees."

I had the audacity to say to her, "Excuse me?" That was a mistake and she let
me know it. She gave me a hand across the butt and I felt it. "I said get on
your knees, boy! Do it or the next one will be even harder!"

I took her at her word. "Good. Now start kissing my feet." I did. She had me
rubbing her legs, feeling her flexed muscles, massaging her, anything she told
me to do I did it.

"Now, undress." I stripped down to my underwear.

Again she put me over her knees and gave me a spanking. "I said undress. That
means all the way down." That underwear did not stay on.

"I want to see how this bikini looks on you. Put it on." She couldn't be
serious. She wanted a 210-pound man to wear something that a 160-pound woman
wears? This had to be a joke and I told her that. This time three spankings,
each one powerful and painful. I put the damn things on, by this time fearful
of what would happen if I disobeyed any more of her orders. My pride was shot.
She had me obeying her like a newly enlisted private in an army boot camp. She
pulled out a dress and told me to put it on over the bikini. I didn't give her
any trouble. That dress went on me. She said it looked good on me; I had a
different take on it but I wasn't going to argue with Cheryl.

After a while she had me put my own underwear -- and nothing else -- back on.
We sat on the couch in each other's arms for an amount of time that I had lost
track of; my guess is about an hour. The candlelight atmosphere she created
and her sweet caress made for a romantic time. I was living a dream being in
the loving arms of a female bodybuilder/wrestler.

"You know, if you were to actually buy this house, just think of the fun you
could have here." And she had a point. There was a bar next to where she set
up the wrestling mat, and there was plenty of space to set tables up for
gatherings. Or the wrestling mat for dates with Cheryl. I would be well set.

"Speaking of fun, I think I know the real reason you like muscular women so
much," she said. She proceeded to remove my underwear and then took off the
two-piece she was wearing. At this point neither one of us was wearing
anything. She then used a few seductive moves and pinned me to the mat. Next
thing I know, trapped and unable to escape, she had me inside her. I was in
heaven. I couldn't get out of her hold, nor did I want to. She just took it
nice and slow, and after a few minutes I exploded like never before. I was
expecting her to let me up. She had other plans. "Where do you think you're
going, boy? We're going another round." Oh, snap! I was always the
"one-and-done" type. Cum once and it's goodnight. Not with Cheryl.

She stayed on top of me and kept me pinned to the mat. My six inches still
inside her, she started the up-and-down motion again. Not long and I was hard
again. Up and down. Up and down. Pinned to the mat. Nowhere to go and nowhere
I wanted to go. That sexy devilish smile on her face only got me that much
harder that much quicker. A few more minutes and another explosion right into
where it belonged.

"Didn't think you could go two rounds back-to-back, did you, boy?"

"No, ma'am, I didn't."

"So are you ready for a rest, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Me too. I'm staying right here -- on top of you. You're not going anywhere
until I say you are. Face it. You're weaker than a girl."

What could I do? She is much stronger than me and I was worn out by this time.
I enjoyed being pinned down by Cheryl but I was ready to get up. She must have
read my thoughts.

"So what would you like to do now, weak boy?"

"Can we just be in each other's arms on the couch?"

"Sure. But only because this stronger woman is letting you up."

With neither one of us wearing anything, we had a nice hug-and-kiss time on
the couch. I had my hands all over her muscles and her boobs and her muscular
legs; She was running her hands over my six inches. She got me to explode yet
again.

I was starting to lose track of the time. Next thing I knew Cheryl was getting
me dressed and asking me to do likewise. It was almost 10:00 and we both had
to get up for work the next day. I escorted her to her vehicle and we hugged
and kissed one last time. I said to her, "Before you go, can you give me one
last spanking? Make it good and hard." She gladly obliged. She had me lay
across the back seat of her Lexus. POW! She gave me one last good whack I
would never forget. "So long, darling," she said in that ever-seductive voice
of hers. "Let me know what you decide about the house." I said, "You know I'll
be calling you again. And not just about the house."

With that, she started up her Lexus and drove off. I stood there and watched
until I could no longer see her car. As I watched her car drive off, I stood
in great admiration of this muscular, strong woman who gave me the time of my
life. Our date was sure to impact my decision on buying the house.

To be continued......